Time slipped by in a flash.
Ye Changsheng didn't get a wink of sleep all night.
Mainly because the thought of giving Lu Xiaobu a good beating the next day made him excited... er, no, extremely worried.
After all, if Lu Xiaobu cried from fright, Ye thought he would be delighted... er, no, so sad!
Thus, the next day, Ye Changsheng got up early.
First, he kicked Pan Yang and Zheng Hai awake and then had them go wake up Lu Xiaobu.
Lu Xiaobu opened his eyes and continued sitting by the mountain's edge, pondering the meaning of life.
In front of him was a cliff, not a sheer ninety-degree drop but still quite steep.
Unlike him, Pan Yang and Zheng Hai dared not get too close to this place, keeping a distance of about two or three meters from Lu Xiaobu, afraid of accidentally falling.
At this moment.
Ye Changsheng arrived beside Lu Xiaobu, standing there.
The mountain breeze of the morning rustled his Daoist robe, giving him quite the appearance of an Immortal.
